

IX 
THE TENT-MAKERS 
AVE you ever looked out of 
your window on a summer 
morning to find the yard 
below completely covered with small 
white tents? You half suspect that a 
regiment of fairy soldiers camped there 
during night, and forgot to hie away at 
break of day, as all good fairies are 
expected to do. 
By the time the sun has been shin- 
ing two or three hours the tents have 
apparently disappeared, and you are 
almost ready to believe in the fairy 
story. 
Nevertheless, the tents do not belong 
to fairies, neither have they disappeared. 
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